3/16/2025, 2:11 PM
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The fall of the sun would wake her, the soft call of midnight readying her mind. The air would grow cold and still, stale against her nostrils as the humidity of the afternoon crystalized with the dying rays of the sun's grasp. Soon, it would sink behind the mountainous giants, red dim light crying from behind the silhouettes of the mountains as the sun made a dramatic exit. As if being strangled by the rising moon.
She trailed along the edges of the packland, paws growing cold against the frozen blades of grass that cracked and broke beneath her minute weight.
The world cried for spring and longer days.
And yet Sreda would take advantage of the remainder of winter's midnight, searching in an eternal and endless slumber for more information about this magical world. About the darkness that lingered beneath the light.
And then she would hear the song ... she would catch the light scent of rosewater on the breeze, rallying with unfamiliarity in her nose. It was not uncommon for Elysium to welcome visitors, those from this plane and from the next. Somehow, the lands were a magical "catch-all" for wayward souls. But this one seemed different, riding the line of the borders with a seeming awareness. Luring and tempting nearby travelers with a siren song.
And it worked.
Sreda slipped through the shadows, the darkness mingling with the ebony in her coat to camouflage her in these familiar lands. Perhaps she would only be noticeable by the unnatural glint of her amethyst gaze as she neared the silver wisp. And as she drew closer, she would begin to hum a tune of her own, her wordless voice mingling with his own in an eerie, underlying harmony as she pressed toward him.
